Published by

Jesse (Jenn)

I cried and I lied and don’t trust you, but now here I sit As I sit on the dusty floor of the hospital room I’m wondering if they’ll help me out of my mindful tomb? I can’t think, I can’t write, I can’t even believe My emotions flicker and I want to die, or so I perceive

The lady comes in, and checks on my health Asks me about home, about the family’s wealth She asks about emotional safety, or in my case, the lack of And I blurt out yes, my mother has an absence of love When asked about my suicide, I answer with honesty Because when it comes to getting better, I want too. Honestly.

Published by

Hani Badawi

Winter had almost made it here Nature around tells it’s so near Yellowish leaves everyday fall Giving a goodbye kiss for fall Rain and snow will fall soon As dark clouds hide the moon

I can already percept the cold As thunder strikes inside of me Another season I’m about to fold Missing the person who could give me The warmth simply through an embrace

For many years I’ve suffered your absence From childhood tears till late adolescence Seasons repeatedly changed again and again Ahead of my face as wrinkles consume parts of it But all I could feel was a tear drawing a stain And a memory dissecting my heart bit by bit

I’ve seen my future drawn up in the blue skies You’re there but now not it’s something I can’t see I’ve seen my past falling before my tearful eyes Crashing down at the speed of a flashing light Unlike those autumn leaves falling from the tree The promises you made never seemed that tight

Take away your memories and promises Take away my dreams and consciousness Winter is almost here, and I got used to the cold.